I held my son and was instantly smitten. He was different from the start. I watched a show once about boys and girls, I remember the point being made that if you dressed a baby in different clothes, you would not be able to tell which gender. True, maybe if you do not have a baby, or it’s been years since you’ve held one; but my boy was instantly different. I could see the difference in his hands, his forearms, his little sweet baby-boy head. He was special, our bond was special, and I knew I was set on a road of new things...
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